I've been toying with this idea for weeks, and I haven't quite captured it. Every Christmas, I decorate to the hilt, and that means putting away the every day treasures. Some get lost up in the attic, never to be found. This year I found a tiny colorful pill box on our attic floor nestled within the pink insulation. Inside were four tiny love notes. My oldest daughter, Jess, wrote the oldest one, but I suspect other kids might have added to the collection. Some were dated, so I looked for a picture of Jess from those days to go along with the notes. Sweet nostalgia...
